National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

The morning light struggled to penetrate the heavy curtains, casting a few rays of light on the ground, heralding the arrival of a new day, but unable to dispel the haze in my heart.

The days passed by quickly like flowing water, but for me, every day was torture, and my body was getting worse and worse under the erosion of the disease.

Now, my whole body seems to be imprisoned by invisible shackles, with only my thumbs and eyes able to move. I, who was once full of energy, have been tortured beyond recognition.

I vaguely heard my parents' hushed conversation in the living room.

"We have spent all our family savings and borrowed so much money, but there is still no hope for my child's illness..."

It's Dad's voice.

"We have to treat it no matter what, even if we have to sell everything we have!" The mother's voice was tearful, suppressed and desperate.

My father sighed heavily, feeling helpless and tired.

I was in the room, my heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and I was filled with guilt. Tears silently slid down my cheeks, and I couldn't wipe them away.

From then on, my parents always went out before dawn and tried their best to earn more money.

Whenever they returned home exhausted, covered in sweat and dust, they would come to my bedside without taking a rest.

"How are you feeling today, son?"

My father forced a smile, but the fatigue and haggardness hidden in that smile made my heart ache.

I opened my mouth, not wanting to make a sound, so I could only blink my eyes to indicate that I was still "alive".

My mother sat by my bed, gently wiped the tears from my eyes, and said softly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Why, why me?

They all say that good and evil will be rewarded, but what have I done wrong?

Several years passed like this, and my condition continued to worsen. I completely lost the ability to eat on my own and could only rely on a nasogastric tube to sustain my life.

Every time the nasogastric tube was inserted, my throat and nasal cavity felt like they were burning, but I didn't even have the strength to resist.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. Every breath I inhaled and exhaled seemed to drain all my strength, as if a huge rock was pressing on my chest.

Later, I had to rely on a ventilator. The monotonous sound of the machine constantly reminded me of the fragility of life.

Relatives and friends gradually became distant, and when they occasionally came to visit me at home, their eyes were full of pity, but I don’t need such pity!

All I long for is the ordinary life I once had, where I could run in the sun, have a hot meal with my family, and chat with my friends without worries.

But now, these simple wishes have become unattainable. In this abyss of pain, I continue to struggle, but I can't find a glimmer of hope for relief.

Life was going on as usual, but something unexpected happened on that day.

"Son, we have to transfer to another hospital." My father sat beside my bed, his voice hoarse, with fatigue and helplessness that were difficult to conceal.

I looked at him quietly, and I had already guessed the reason. Although I was confined to the hospital bed these days, I could also feel the hardship of my parents running around for my medical expenses.

"My family can't afford the expensive hospitalization fees here. We contacted a small hospital in Taipei City, Fujian Province. Your mother has acquaintances there and can help us delay the payment for a while."

So I was transferred to this strange small hospital.

The ward was not big, and the white walls exuded a cold atmosphere. I was placed in a bed near the window, and the patient in the bed next to me looked about the same age as me.

He was thin and pale, and his head was bald due to chemotherapy, but his eyes revealed a unique determination.

That afternoon, the sunlight shone through the window onto our hospital bed.

"Hello, my name is Yan Xun." He took the initiative to speak.

"I'm in the late stage of cancer, how about you?" His voice was weak but cheerful.

I smiled bitterly and said, "ALS, death date."

We soon started talking as we shared the same pain.

Since we were together the whole day, we gradually became able to talk about anything.

In this hospital, healthy people come and go, and the way they look at us is always strange, full of pity and curiosity.

"Be optimistic, everything will be fine."

They always say this, but they simply cannot understand the pain and despair we experience as we battle the disease every minute and every second.

"Some diseases cannot be cured." I looked out the window and muttered to myself.

Yan Xun’s condition is more serious than mine, and he may leave this world before me.

But on his face, I saw an optimism and open-mindedness that did not belong to his age.

One day, he invited me.

"Han Ji, I've been playing a game recently called Dark Zone Breakout."

"Yeah." Of course I know. I listen to him play every day.

This is also his only pleasure in this world.

There was a hint of anticipation in his voice as he put the phone screen in front of me.

"The authorities have promised that as long as you become the champion of the national competition, you will be rewarded with super powers, including the ability to cure all diseases!"

"How is this possible? This is too outrageous." I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh after hearing this.

No one believed that an unknown game could be created by God.

But when I saw Yan Xun's determined eyes, I knew this was his last hope.

There are always people who believe in things that are unlikely to come true because they have no choice.

Yan Xun looked at me seriously, and I naturally felt his strong expectations.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Luckily, I still have the use of my thumbs. All I have to do is use a stand to hold the phone in front of me.

"Yeah! Yo hoo!"

It was the first time I saw Yan Xun so happy, as if his cancer had been cured.

He quickly told his father about this, and his family prepared a mobile phone and a lazy stand for me. Lying on the bed, I opened the Dark Zone Breakout.

When the game screen of Dark Zone Breakout lit up in front of my eyes, the familiar cold ward seemed to disappear in an instant, and I seemed to have entered a whole new world.

In the game, I am no longer the useless person imprisoned by the disease. I can run, jump and fight freely.

"Hurry, there's a safe over here, maybe we can find a lot of gold!"

Yan Xun was directing excitedly. I controlled the character, approached the safe carefully, and nervously pressed the open button.

A dazzling orange light flashed, it was a jewel necklace!

"I touched the big gold!" I couldn't help but shout out loud. At that moment, joy filled my heart.

Another time, we entered the frontline fortress with full gear. In the fierce battle, we cooperated with each other and successfully evacuated. Looking at the millions of profits displayed on the screen, we smiled at each other.

"That's amazing, we are the best team!" Yan Xun smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits. It reminded me of my elementary school classmate Li Ming.

He should be in high school now, and he must have found a new partner.

Our friendship grew stronger through each game.

In the real world, we are fellow patients tortured by illness; in the gaming world, we are pioneers fighting side by side.

We gradually became the people who understood each other best in the world.

That period of time was the happiest time of my life since I became ill.

The Dark Zone gave me hope and allowed me to regain the courage to live.

Even though my body is still trapped in this cold hospital bed, my soul has been reborn in Camonari.